Richard Long: Along came a swapper

"I can't help it," Hal laughed. "It's you damned women, so good-looking, and wandering around in suits that don't do a thing to hide your beauty. No wonder I stay horny all the time!"

"That guest bedroom can be used for more than just changing," Jackie blurted out, managing not to blush at her daring remark. "Feel free to use it if you like."

"We might just have to," Hal told her. "How about it, love machine? Shall we go rip off a quick one while we're changing?"

"It seems so uncouth, sporting like that while our hosts are down here cleaning up the mess," Pris remarked. Then, looking up with a bright gleam in her eye, she added, "Tell you what: suppose we help you clean up real quick? Then we'll try that bedroom, but on one condition. That you two stand by and watch. God I feel like an utter bitch tonight, and I know that having you watch would make it just unbearably good! Won't you say yes? Please? Just as a favor to me, for old time's sake?"

Jackie could hardly have resisted so poignant a plea, even had she been less eager in her own right to watch the coupling of another man and woman, especially so handsome and sensual a pair as this. She prodded Max into agreeing, and they set to work on the debris of their dinner.

Jackie remarked to herself that she'd never cleaned up after dinner with such a compelling sense of urgency. The dishes were put away in no time, as were the brazier and the other equipment, and Pris led them gaily into the guest bedroom.

"I suppose there are people who'd call this perverted," she said with a careless laugh as she turned to face them, once they were all in the room. "But I call it just plain good fun! And damned exciting fun, too! Come here, Hal; I want to feel that thing up against me!"

They closed in a lustful embrace, and Pris made no pretense of modesty, opening her knees and pressing her bikini-clad crotch against the rigid bulge in the front of her husband's bathing suit. She kissed him with a fierce urgency, their tongues openly darting back and forth, and rubbed her loins against him in a provocative parody of the sexual act.

Hal's hands slipped down her sides to the knots fastening the bottom of her bikini, and he undid them. Pris stepped back enough to allow him room to pull the skimpy garment from between her legs and cast it aside, then forced her wet, hungry pussy against his thigh. She unfastened her bra herself and shrugged out of it, never taking her lips from his.

Jackie seized Max's hand and held on tight. They were only five or six feet from the lascivious couple, and it seemed that Pris' desperate hunger crackled outward like a magnetic field, affecting everything within reach. Jackie felt her own sex come alive, beginning to throb and ache in the deliciously agonizing way she loved so well. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she guided Max's hand down the front of her bathing suit and forced it between her thighs so she could feel its comforting pressure on her tortured flesh.

Suddenly Pris moved back from Hal and fell to her knees. She ripped the briefs down from his youthful, trim hips, clawing at the nylon garment in her eagerness to get at his staff of life. Hal's position allowed Jackie full view of the instrument about which she'd been wondering, and she saw with a sudden rush of emotion that it was indeed a terrible, woman-inspiring tool. Though it wasn't quite the equal of Max's monumental plunger in length, it easily surpassed that familiar rod in girth. Jackie guessed it at three fingers in diameter. She shuddered with sympathy for Pris, who would have to endure being split and reamed by its huge width.

Strange to say, Pris seemed to welcome so terrible a fate. Still on her knees, she bent forward and kissed the savage stem, running her lips up and down its rigid length, then stretching her mouth wide to take the great, swollen head inside.

Hal seized her head between his hands and flexed his knees, then began working the great prick in and out of her mouth with deliberate speed. Pris closed her eyes and a look of utter joy and happiness transfigured her face, so that she was even more beautiful than before.

She could not long endure that brutal pleasure, however, and soon moved back to fall on the bed. Her blue eyes gleamed intently as Hal moved over her, prick in hand. She opened the lips of her pussy herself, as he guided his thick stopper to the mouth of her cunt.

Jackie felt her knees tremble, and feared that her legs would collapse on the spot when she saw the broad, arrow-shaped head of Hal's prick slide into the soft, wet, pink notch her friend held ready for it. Hal's body closed off her view then, as he pressed forward, but Pris' grunts of lustful happiness told them all that she was thoroughly pleased with what was happening to her. Her legs slid up, grasping her well-built husband's body and gathering him close; her hips began bobbing up and down slowly as she writhed and rubbed her sex into the stiff pole bisecting the walls of her strained cunt.

Jackie couldn't keep her hand from wandering to the front of Max's bathing suit. Of course his prick was iron-hard, and swollen almost to the bursting point. Even through the wet suit, its manly warmth reached her hand. Suddenly she turned from the brazen scene before her and walked away, leading Max into the living room. Almost blind with feverish lust, she stumbled to the sofa and beckoned him on. At the same time, she peeled her swim suit off, desperately eager to be naked.

Max fully shared her sense of urgency. His suit went flying aside as he lowered himself between her raised thighs. His prick slid into her wet, hot cunt easily, guided by a kind of sensual radar which was operating at peak efficiency.

Jackie sighed heavily as she felt the delicious prong separate the lips of her pussy and then dilate the mouth of her cunt, stretching it wide and then invading the delicate sanctum. A searing blast of sensual feeling overwhelmed her for a moment. Bringing her heart almost into her throat, but she overcame the rush of sensation.

"Let me get on you," she whispered. "I feel like I could go forever tonight!"

Max silently obeyed, rolling over without breaking the passionate connection they'd formed. Jackie gasped, and almost cried aloud, as the shifting caused his prick to nudge the tender meat of her cunt in a brutal way, though she relished the sensation the move brought at the same time.

Settling herself above him, she lifted her torso and guided one of her swollen nipples into, his mouth. Her hips were already grinding, sending her liquid-coated cunt sliding up and down the long, thick shaft it enclosed. She had long ago discovered that this position gave her maximum freedom of movement, and while she didn't ordinarily want that freedom, there were times when she desired it more than anything else in the world. This was such a time.

By moving far back on his body, she gained a desirable angle that brought her quivering clitoris into intimate contact with the hard shaft of Max's prick each time she lifted her body, drawing it out until the knobby head was barely lodged in her melting, love-slick cunt. Twice she endured that long, agonizing withdrawal, feeling her belly grow tighter and tighter, and then came the sudden, wheezing, all-encompassing explosion.

Jackie groaned suddenly, as if hit by a sharp pain, and drove her loins down fiercely on Max's spike, whimpering out a message of sexual fulfillment. He struggled to lift his buttocks off the sofa, thrusting his spurting prick deeper into the shuddering crevice and then fell back, unable to bear more of the singular thrill it gave him.

"Masterfully done!"

Jackie heard the voice as though it were coming through a fog bank, her senses dulled by the flooding pleasure that had overwhelmed her. She blinked her eyes, focused, and saw Pris standing beside the sofa.